1.

I was here for two days. Locked in a room with a bed and a fucking toilet. So, if I had to take a shit, I had to do it next to my bed. And god, that isn't an amazing smell. So, I tried to get someone's attention by banging on the door, and ask them if I could go to the toilet. But no one responded.

They didn't give me any food. Or anything else. The night the men found me they knocked me unconscious, and the next morning I was in this little room, with a bed that felt like I was lying on needles. And a damn toilet that couldn't flush. My life was a living hell.

I stood up and walked to the door. I banged with my fists on the door and yelled as hard as I could. My hands were beginning to throb and my knuckles turned purple, blood flooded out of my knuckles. I let myself slip to the ground and my butt came with a soft thud in contact with the cold stone floor.

I gave up. Tears were running down my cheeks, and my body was shaking by every sob I gave. I laid down on the cold stone floor and pushed my knees to my chest for warmth. My eyes dropped close and darkness came to me.

I woke to a strange sound that echoed trough my ears. It was a loud and scaling sound. Like nails scratching on a school board. I sat up and dropped my head to my hands. I put my hands on my ears and tried to block out the awful sound. I felt my belly rumble and hunger came to me. Couldn't they give me some water and bread. But no, I got nothing! Those damn people, I didn't do anything wrong.

The door to my cell opened and my head shot up. A huge man stood in the doorway and looked at me like he was going to kill me, oh please god, don't let him kill me. Don't let me die a virgin.

The man walked to me and grabbed me by my arm. He pulled me up and dragged me to the hallway.

'W-what a-are you d-doing?'

The man stayed quiet and strengthened his grip.

'N-no p-please d-don't.'

A whimper left my mouth as he dragged me after him. My arm felt numb and my fingers were turning purple.

I pulled at my arm and tried to get away from him. But his grip was so tight that it didn't move an inch.

'N-no p-please let m-me go, I d-didn't d-do anything.'

He stopped and turned his head around. He looked me in the eyes with his hard, cold brown eyes.

'Shut the fuck up.'

He pulled at my arm and threw me to the ground. My head banged against the floor, and I felt blood running down my face out of my nose.

'Get up you bitch.'

I pulled myself up with my arm and slowly stood up. My hand was holding my bleeding nose and I felt the warm liquid run down my hand. The blood dripped on the floor as I stood there waiting for his next move.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a room. As his hand gripped tightened onto my hair I screamed out in pain. He pushed me into the room and knocked me to the floor.

I lay on the floor as I saw his body leave the room, leaving me alone. My nose felt like it was broken, and bleeding me to death.

I looked around the room and saw a beautiful room with white and soft blue walls. A huge bed what looked like heaven on clouds. There were clothes laid out on a couch.

I think they gave me the wrong room. Yes, that has to be it. I mean it couldn't be right. This room was full of beautiful and luxury stuff, that clearly wasn't meant for me. It had flowers in vases and painting on the wall. There was an ocean blue couch made of a soft fabric. A bed that looked like heaven itself. And a window that looked out to the sea. Well, at least, i now know where I am. Somewhere nearby a sea.

I mean not that there are thousands of places that's nearby a goddamn sea. Note my sarcasm.

I walked towards the other door in the room and opened it up. It was the bathroom. Finally. Just what I really need. I did my bussiness and cleaned up my nose and hands before returning to the bedroom.

I stood up straight and walked to the couch with clothes on it. I picked up the clothes and inspected it. I mean it could be something a prostitute would wear. Maybe I'm in a prostitute house, or something like that. You never know.

It was a bright purple dress with long sleeves. It was tight by the chest area and it was wide from the hips to the knees. It was simple but magnificent.

I put back the dress on the couch and walked to the bed. The bed had a soft blue quilt there were pillows over the whole bed. It looked like a bath of pillows. I stroked my hand over the soft pillow and onto the quilt.

I simply couldn't handle it anymore. I jumped on the bed and laid my head on one of the white fluffy pillows. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment as long as it would last.

It truly felt like a dream. As if I was still in that cold cell, with that awful bed.

I opened my eyes and spotted the door of the bathroom.

I really need a shower.

I got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, took my shower and towel dried myself.

When I walked out of the bathroom I once again spotted the dress. I walked to it and picked it up. I held it in front of me and looked into the mirror. I felt a small tear falling down my cheek. I rubbed the tear of off my cheek and let the dress fall to the floor.

I never, ever, in my life wore a dress. I didn't have the perfect family and also didn't have any friends. So, when I looked into that mirror, I imagined what it would be like if was born in a different family. Maybe I would've had the opportunity to make friends and have a normal childhood. But I hadn't. So I just accepted that.

I sank to the floor and just sat there for a moment. Thinking about the things in life. I always wondered what would happen with me when I would be out of this world. Was there another world or universe where you could live after you died, do you meet you loved ones once again. Or was it that after you breathed out your last breath that you would be gone forever. Never see your loved once again, and never experience life again. It doesn't really matter to me, though. I don't have any loved ones to come back for.